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The guards swarmed in, and several swords fell to the ground. Suddenly, a long sword emerged from the side and blocked the attack with a clang; it was Lin Ye.
He glanced at me and the scholar with a stern face, waved to the guards who were bowing to him, and said indifferently, "His Excellency has ordered you to leave."
The guards responded and withdrew.
I smiled and said, "Thank you, you big oaf."
Lin Ye snorted coldly and walked away.
I rushed to Mo Yu's table, grabbed the teapot from his hand without saying a word, and started pouring tea. I drank several cups before collapsing weakly onto the table. I glanced at the scholar; he was covered in sweat, his face flushed, sitting awkwardly, clutching his painting scroll, seemingly a little nervous in the crowd.
I chuckled and patted the scholar on the shoulder. "Scholar, why is it that every time I see you, you're running away?"
The scholar blushed and smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "I've dragged Brother Lin into this. I'm sorry."
Mo Yu, who had been sitting to one side with a smile, took a sip of tea and casually asked, "Gentlemen, what's going on here?"
The scholar and I exchanged a glance and shook our heads in unison, a rare moment of tacit understanding. "We won't tell."
If he finds out I actually went with the scholar to peep at people having sex, he'll definitely turn on me. He might not only refuse to help me fend off the pursuers, but he might also throw me out, or even throw me right into the middle of them.
The scholar's silence was likely due to his fear that he dared not speak of it. He probably worried that his actions today would reach the ears of his extremely strict father, Mo Yu. When Jin San first told me about it, I truly couldn't believe it. I never imagined that, in this timeline, such an absurd, irreverent, and obsessed erotic painter was actually the son of Xu Heng, the most rigorous and upright prime minister in the history of the Tianxing Dynasty.
So when they first met, his family said they would tell the master how terrified he was. Then the second time, he ran away for his life because his father was among the officials who accompanied Cheng Jue.
No wonder, haha.
The Four Eccentrics of Huaicheng
Jin Ling, the scholar, and I have two observations; I never expected them to be such interesting and adorable people.
I wonder what the other two will be like?
I'll go sometime when I have time.
I smiled, my eyes crinkling, alone.
Mo Yu didn't seem to mind our answer; he casually took another sip of tea.
"Sir, the rioters have been caught. Please decide their fate." Lin Ye's voice suddenly rang out beside him. Behind him were the pursuers who had been chasing us all along. However, they were all in a disheveled state, their hands twisted behind their backs and forced to kneel on the ground, their heads bowed, their clothes torn and speckled with blood.
Uh—, he actually went to arrest these people?
I turned my head with a smile, rested my chin on my hand, and watched the spectacle.
“My lord, I have questioned them, but they refuse to say anything. However, I found this on them.” He said, stepping forward and handing something to Mo Yu. Mo Yu took it, pondered for a moment, and said, “Lock them in the Ministry of Justice’s prison and interrogate them immediately to find out the truth.”
"Yes!" Lin Ye led his men down.
"Who are they?" I asked curiously.
Mo Yu gave me a mysterious look and asked, "How did you get involved with these people?"
Uh, that...
I pretended to be angry, "Fine, don't tell me then."
Hmph, fine, don't tell me then. Even if you don't, it's a piece of cake for me to find out. I'm the dignified leader of the Xiaoyao Gang! What do you think the Xiaoyao Gang is? A tiny thug gang? A small force that runs rampant on the streets? NO, NO, NO! My vision is far-reaching. Coming to this world, it wouldn't be worth it if I didn't go for something big. Anyway, I made quite a bit from the last gambling spree. From ancient times to the present, in officialdom or business, money can buy many things. I'm shrewd. The current Xiaoyao Gang has talent and influence in every industry, and the officialdom is no exception.
If he wanted to know the identities of these people, he could simply give the order, and Kim Sam would immediately send over all the information. It's quite possible that the information would be sent by one of the officials in charge of the records.
However, these words must not be known to this controlling, power-hungry fox who is solely focused on protecting his country's interests and cannot tolerate even the slightest unexpected situation. He still remembers how, when I first arrived, he almost captured me and used me as a lab rat for his experiments simply because he saw me descend from the sky. If he knew that right under his nose, such a powerful force was quietly infiltrating, becoming increasingly uncontrollable, and completely hidden in the shadows, he would certainly not be at ease and would definitely try every means to destroy it.
I can't reveal myself so early, just as he wants.
I secretly curled the corners of my lips into a smile.
Chapter 131: Teahouse
I casually turned my head and suddenly noticed that on the other side of the teahouse, not far from where we were sitting, surrounded by guards, there were several teahouses connected together. Several familiar officials were drinking tea and chatting inside. When they saw me looking over, they raised their teacups, smiled at me, pointed to the pursuers who were being taken away, shrugged, and shook their heads.
I chuckled, stuck out my tongue, and made a funny face at them, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Young Master Lin certainly has a wide circle of friends." Mo Yu's voice rang out, neither too loud nor too soft. His eyelids were lowered, and a faint smile played on his lips.
"Of course." I've always had many friends, ever since I was little.
“Cheng Jue,” he paused, “did you know each other before?”
What do you mean? If I say we've known each other for a long time, won't he think I'm colluding with someone from another country?
To be honest, I'm not from his country either.
I shook my head. "I don't know him."
"You really don't recognize me?"
"Uh, well, well, maybe, or, you could say he's half my senior brother." That's not entirely wrong, is it? Cheng Jue has traveled between two timelines for many years, so he's naturally half a person from our timeline.
"Is he a member of your sect?" The dead fox was slightly startled. He raised his head and looked directly at me. His gaze had the power to pierce through people's hearts.
I paused, then suddenly remembered that I had said that members of the sect never entered the world, and quickly explained, "Uh, I'm just a lay disciple, nothing more. Hehe."
Damn it, it turns out that if you tell one lie, you need a hundred more to cover it up, especially in front of a stubborn, meticulous fox.
He looked at me without saying a word, and I couldn't tell whether he believed me or not.
Feeling a little guilty, I picked up my teacup and drank some tea to cover it up.